My coworker Amanda is in New York.
This is because her father called her up one day and said "Let me take you somewhere fun, like New York." And she said "Okay."
And now they're watching Broadway shows and eating delicacies and seeing the sights.
Do you know where my Dad offers to take me?
That's why I don't feel so bad about making him do stuff around my house.
This is my mudroom. It serves no purpose. I don't really do mud.
I don't even go out that door since Lizardgate 2008. But I hate to have wasted space.
Meet Trones who will come to your house for only $39.99. The original intent is shoe storage (holds 6 pairs each) and I encourage you to consider that. But I had other plans.
See the instructions. And the pencil. And the level I didn't even know I owned. He's thorough.
And thorough-ness leads to Godliness. And it also leads to storage for all my baking needs.
It's not New York, but it's a start.